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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 13, 2013 17:57:52 GMT -8
"losing my life, living mine for yours" The sun broke high over head, inducing a heat much like the endless dunes of the Sahara Desert. It had been only a days time since he had arrived, and already his mind was spinning with thoughts, trying to digest the world around him. He lay flat on his back, using a small stone bench as support to his cloud-gazing antics. The boy was clearly invested in his thoughts, for he had yet to notice the approaching figure; a familiar one on that key. In fact, that was sure to take him by surprise, since he hadn't the slightest clue of their capture. It had been a few weeks since he last spoke to Rory, and he only hoped she wouldn't blame herself for what her parents had done. It was his mistake to show her, and the fact that they witnessed his abilities lay entirely with his fault.
He clambered the grasp the reality of his current scenario, for it felt as real as a lingering dream. The kind which you can barely distinguish from reality itself, almost seeing it as a memory of sorts, deja vu if you will. It was as if the world he had been so desperately trying to escape had finally disappeared over the horizon. Every goal and responsibility he had was gone, and now, all that remained was a curious man who sought understanding of the bizarre world around him. His kind, mutants as they were referred, had been captured and locked up on this island — and for what?
People were unable to accept the cold truth of evolution, even after they had fought religion for it, for so long. And now, because he posed a potential threat to society, he was stuck here for the rest of eternity. At least he had all the time in the world to pursue any interest, without conflict of others' views; but then again, he considered the savages that formed the east, and the pretentious women of the west. As fortune would have it, he was embraced by the south, inducted under the wise leadership of Gozu. For now he had to play along. And while Sebastian felt his stomach churn at the thought, he knew had to fully submerge himself within this society. Not to embrace their morals, but to understand and live among them; and inevitably find his own truth. Just what did this life have to offer.
An arm fell over his eyes to block the sunlight piercing high above, a perfect opportunity for his guest to make their approach.
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Post by RORY on Apr 14, 2013 8:15:07 GMT -8
Day three. Today was day three. Two days ago she had been escorted off of a ship and watched an anthropomorphic rabbit unceremoniously murder another inmate. Two days ago she was subject to some sort of obstacle course and forced to showcase an ability she didn't even know the full extent of. And now she was here, wandering around in search for the person she had basically pursued here. She knew where she would find him.
Rory had taken her sweet time in this pursuit. The guilt she felt was almost too much for her in the beginning. She would certainly break down if she were to have faced him in such a state. That feeling still loomed but she had managed to subdue it somewhat. Enough to go out looking for him at least.
He was pretty easy to find, which surprised her little. She knew him well enough to make accurate guesses of his whereabouts. Rory hesitated as soon as she found him, unsure of herself. Would he be angry with her? He had a right to be she supposed. Seeing him again did soothe her a little. However, reverting back to their old friendship was something she was quite unsure of. No matter how much she wanted to go over to him and playfully hit him on the shoulder, she had to take the cautious approach.
With a sigh, she walked over to the bench her friend had been laying on. He didn't notice her approach and she stood there for a moment without saying anything. Rory's face showed her obvious pain, but she did her best to conceal it with a forced smile. His arm hid the sun from his view, and he would surely see her figure standing there. "Sebastian." She spoke softly, her voice nearly coming out as a whisper.
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 14, 2013 11:41:31 GMT -8
"losing my life, living mine for yours" Just as he felt himself being pushed to the mental brink, a sweet, soothing voice pulled him back to reality. Lifting him from the darkness of his mind, to the sun darkening the figure above him. He knew, without doubt, just whose voice it was; while he felt glad, an immediate gloom washed over him. Why had she come here? This place was far too dangerous for her, even if her parents had turned him in, he never wished the same ill fate upon her. So as she beckoned his name, he stuttered slightly, calling out in a worried tone, "Rory?"
He slid up onto the bench, turning at once to meet her gaze. Sebastian stood in rhythm to give her the routine check-up, placing his left hand on her shoulder as he leaned in close. He had to lower himself about a foot to meet her on an eye to eye level, taking the time to glance over her to insure her well-being. "Are you alright?" he pried, but the strong look in her eyes told him she was fine; and after confirming her safety, his hand came to rest atop her head. "I'm glad to see you...but you shouldn't have come here," he mused, ruffling her hair between his fingers. She always hated when he did that.
As much as he wished she hadn't come, he was glad to be reunited with his childhood friend. However, he suddenly realized the direness of the situation, and that her being her meant the development of mutations. His gaze returned to a calm stare, casting over her until the silence provoked an answer for the obvious question looming in the area. 'How did you get here'.
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Post by RORY on Apr 14, 2013 12:01:35 GMT -8
His reaction to her calling out to him was almost alien. He looked at her with worry and confusion. Rory looked down at her feet, her hands folding in front of her as he checked her over. This was so like him it made her grimace. She looked back into his eyes as he posed the question of her well-being. "I'm fine. You're always so worried about me, Seb. I am capable of looking after myself, you know." She mentioned matter-of-factly. His next words made her frown deepen. Why couldn't he just be mad at her? Why did he always have to make the sacrifices. Ugh. "I had to come. Living at home just... Didn't feel right..." The lie she produced was a pretty blatant one. She would kill to go back to London and to sleep on her luxury mattress. Sigh. Coming here was the right thing to do. That much she knew.
Rory swatted at his hand that messed with her blonde locks, grinning even though it irritated her. The gesture, however annoying it may have been, meant that things hadn't changed as she had feared. Everything was still same old same old. She threw a light punch at his ribcage to fend him off.
The exchange came to an end, and the silence that followed grew to become uncomfortable. Rory knew what was on Sebastian's mind. He wanted to know how she had ended up in this predicament as well. After he had shown her his ability those few weeks ago, she too discovered that she was no longer average. Her sense of justice after the discovery had lead her to turning herself in even though the extent of her power was still quite unknown to her. Rory looked up at him, her expression hesitant. "I.. I'm here for the same reason you are. I've changed too." She lifted one of her exposed arms and made the white flesh faintly glow. The golden sheen faded as soon as her arm dropped to her side, preventing a full transformation. Rory looked back up at him without much insight as to how he would react.
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 14, 2013 14:29:38 GMT -8
"losing my life, living mine for yours" Blind to the fact of her predicament, he had never truly considered what happened after he left. But now that he realized her gift, he felt sympathy, knowing that her time without him was spent trying to hide both guilt and evolution. As the heavenly glow faded from her arms, his hand fell from her head, and his silence deepened. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her with careful mind for his hand. Sebastian hugged her tightly, attempting to squeeze out the negativity that lingered. Rory was much shorter than expected, her head pressed against his chest as he smothered her; while the feeling was genuine, he couldn't help but try for a laugh. "Did you fall from heaven?" he began sarcastically, delivering with the poorly written finish with a chuckle, "Because you look like an angel."
She had to admit, his wordplay was clever, and she had quite literally become the human embodiment of an angel. At least his response was far less cheezy, and as she beat him up over his last joke he released a casual meow – falling back to the bench beneath him. He stretched back across it's surface, reaching and twisting his arms high above his head as he gave a satisfactory sigh. "Let's find a kitchen, so you can make me a sandwich...I'm starving," he taunted, rising from his seat as he turned away from the girl. He acted as though interest was lost, and began to move in the other direction, but when she confusion flashed across her expression, he'd turn to grab her by the hand and pull in his direction.
Sebastian had occupied most of the afternoon in the community garden, finding a nice bench beneath the white, cobblestone of a decorative bridge. As he lead his childhood friend through a maze of flora, a precious range of warm hues bloomed with the season. Each flower more vibrant than the next, up until the final flowerbed as he fled the garden – entering their underground facility through a broken down subway station. By now he had let go of her hand, ending the embarassment of his playful condescension, right as he turned his back to the railing. The youth accelerated down the bar with an air of grace, landing in a cloud of dust after a bountiful leap.
Beneath ground level, a mansion-like home thrived in the remnants of a previous subway station. Now it functioned as the headquarters for the gorillas of the south, and they passed several older members as they moved about. Some were friendly enough to greet them, while others kept their distance with a glare. Even so Sebastian seemed relatively unphased, yawning casually as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Here it is," he exclaimed, turning the corner with his foot extended. The base of his boot kicked the door's surface, opening into a wide kitchen area, fit with white tiled floors and gray marbled countertops. He slid up to the bar, taking a stool as he elbows came to rest on the counter. His hands curled beneath his face, which he rested on both, dark eyes watching the girl's next movements with a dull grin.
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Post by RORY on Apr 14, 2013 16:10:58 GMT -8
The embrace shocked her at first, causing her to tense up for a few moments before she relaxed. He squeezed her tighter and she let out a wheeze. Sebastian never really held back when it came to her feminine fragility so such reactions on her part were normal. "Ohh - you. Sh-shut up." She managed to say between gasps. Rory would have laughed as well, but she was sure her lungs weren't capable. "Uncle! Uncle!" She coughed before he finally released her. Rory inhaled dramatically, grabbing his arm as if she were about to collapse.
She let her hand slip off of his arm as he fell back onto the bench. Rory had regained her posture, sighing deeply one more time before looking down at him, grimacing at his relaxed position. She should have guessed as much. "Sure thing, master." Rory commented back. She watched him get up and go towards some predetermined destination while she stayed put. Her idleness didn't last long, however, for he grasped her wrist and tugged her along. "Hey!" She protested futilely. Rory followed obediently behind him instead of fighting. She could never win anyways.
He lead her through one of the prettier Area-D attractions at a hurried pace. His attempt at dragging her along had been dropped as he had released her hand and bounded forward without her. Rory rolled her eyes at him but played along anyway. He took her below ground level, towards an elegant building she had seen from a distance days before. She marveled at it and the elegant individuals that swarmed around it. Some nodded politely at her, others had their chins held a tad too high. Rory smiled fondly at each face, keeping her eyes on Sebastian.
He nearly disappeared on her. One moment he was there in front of her while she said hello to another prisoner and as soon as she looked back, he had turned so sharply she had to stop and inspect to relocate him. Rory jogged in to the kitchen after him, catching the door and shutting it gently. He was already sitting at the bar, looking at her curiously. She went behind it silently, searching through cupboards and assembling materials needed to make Sebastian's desired meal. Her hands worked quickly, and before long she was able to slide a makeshift sandwich in front of him. She used to make him sandwiches all of the time. He would usually critique her cooking skills, but he always managed to eat the whole thing.
"It isn't the best one I've ever made but you aren't the pickiest person in the world, right? You're welcome, by the way." She was leaning over the bar opposite to him, glancing absentmindedly at the floor. "How've you been? Better than me, hopefully."
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 14, 2013 18:22:14 GMT -8
"losing my life, living mine for yours" His eyes darted about the kitchen, watching her every movement as she prepped his meal, and doing nothing to hide his obvious stare. His mouth watered a bit at the thought, which made him doubt his sanity – how could he ever come to crave her sandwich? Maybe it was just her presence, or maybe the idea of routine, but he somewhat wished things could go back to usual. Even if he had finally escaped the path pre-carved for him, this cage was no better than the last. But, it was better to accept the facts, and embrace his friend's company; he rather missed it to be entirely honest. So as she slid his sandwich across the marbled countertop, he couldn't help but to meet her eyes with a cheerful smile.
He leaned in closed, tempted to plung his canines into the chewy depths of bread and deli meat, but he noticed something else. Her expression distracted him, it was the sadness that hung over her shoulder, and he watched as she looked to the floor. Sebastian took a moment to watch her, digesting her response as his fingers worked the sandwich in his hands. Propping his fingers on either side, he tore the entree down it's center, splitting it in two as he extended one half to Rory. "The blues don't go away if you keep thinking about it, eat up." he mused, drowning the crack of his voice with a mouthful of food. While she may try to deny the fact, he was right; and dwelling on what seemed to be troubling her would only bring more pain.
A bitter, strange taste filled his mouth as he began to devour his half of the sandwich, and he struggled hard to swallow; the food fought to come back up. A hesitant smile edged through his lips, and he finally broke into laughter. "Okay you're right, this definitely isn't your best sandwich," he smiled, and by now she'd come to recognize the taste to which he referred. Even so he continued to smile, and took another bite of the sandwich, forcing the abomination into his stomach. "But it sure beats eating alone," he added, expressing a genuine appreciation for her presence. He stuffed the last few bites into his mouth, and motioned to clear his plate. Hopping down from the stool, he moved to the other side of countertop, where he rinsed the plate in the sink. When he was finished, he dried his hands with a towel, then moved to stand beside her. Coming to rest his arms on the counter in the same way she had, his eyes glanced over her. "Thank you."
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Post by RORY on Apr 14, 2013 19:32:30 GMT -8
She accepted the offered half warmly, testing it in her palm. The bread was damp. Too much mustard probably. Rory sighed at his comment. He was right, obviously. Dwelling on the past certainly wouldn't make the present any better. At least she had Sebastian and this meal to share. Rory took a hearty portion from the slice, testing the flavor in her mouth. Eh, it wasn't too bad albeit it was definitely not too good either. The mustard was way too overpowering and the meat didn't really mix well. Oh well, unlike that pussy, Seb, she was able to swallow it with ease. Rory even managed to take a bigger bite the next go around.
"Hey, no need to be rude about it. It was the best I could do." Rory took another bite, deciding that the after taste was actually bearable and ultimately redeemed the sandwich from total shitdom. She grinned at his next comment, taking it as a compliment. "See, aren't you glad I was able to make it?" The tease was half-hearted and satirical. If only they could be in her kitchen or something. Another sigh nearly escaped her lips but she fought it off stubbornly. She needed to stop thinking about it. This new place was her permanent fixture and that was all that mattered now.
Her eyes followed him to the sink and watched him clean the plate before scooting next to her. She let her head fall onto his shoulder as she stifled yet another sigh. "Don't mention it." Rory muttered in response to his offering of thanks. She then went on to press her previous question once again. "Well? Do we have a chance of surviving here or are we screwed?" Rory asked, charming as ever. "And how have you been managing without me? I would have thought you'd be dead of starvation by now."
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 15, 2013 11:37:02 GMT -8
"losing my life, living mine for yours" Sebastian always found it interesting to watch a girl eat. When you're first getting to know them, they try to act polite or eat like a hamster. However, as the friendship develops, so does the comfort between you and people are able to eat more openly. For example, Rory had no problem stuffing her mouth with sandwich, and he was quite impressed with how much she could swallow at once. He chuckled slightly, but her only response was to ask if he was glad she made it. Which he returned with a subtle nod before heading to the sink.
He dropped the cleaned plate in the drying rack before coming to a rest at her side. As she rested her head against his shoulder, he did the same, tilting his head until it sat on the top of hers. An exaggerated yawn crept from his lips, indicating his desire to sleep, but he wasn't so eager as to avoid her questions. She could at least give him some time to respond, but instead she fired two questions almost simultaneously, provoking a moment of silence to conjure and answer. "Survival seems possible. We were fortunate enough to come into a prison already divided by factions... ending up with Gozu was our best bet, and now we have strength in numbers. Thats not to say we don't have to worry about the other factions, but you're not leaving my sight – so don't worry about that," he calmly mused, speaking at a understandable pace.
At this point he turned his back to the counter, leaning against it as he met the girl face to face. His eyes locked on hers to insure her satisfaction with his honesty, and his hands came to grasp the edge of the counter beside him. He contemplated her second question for a moment, grinning at her sarcasm, and returning it with his own. "I'd be more worried about your cooking killing me," he chuckled, anticipating a punch to the gut. But it was worth it. "I've been able to manage so far...I've done a good job of not getting noticed, and my abilities weren't necessary during the trial." He finished with an additional yawn, this time it led way to a gesture, and he covered his mouth with one hand as the other stretched high behind him.
But as his hands came back to his sides, his gaze returned to his friend, and he prodded his own inquiry, "The real question... is how have you managing with out me." Extra emphasis fell on his last word, and even leaned toward her, invading her personal space.
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Post by RORY on Apr 15, 2013 13:22:09 GMT -8
"Hm, alright." She said in agreement with him. There predicament was far from life-threatening, so that was good. Plus they were both quite capable of protecting themselves and each other. Still, living in this prison had to be handled day by day. No stakes could be placed into the future. "I don't need you to babysit me, Seb." She commented back to his last statement. He was always looking out for her and it made her feel like a burden. Not to mention that their ending up here was partially her fault. She knew he wouldn't listen to her though. He never listened to her in regards to these things.
They shifted positions, causing her to stand up to her full height and stretch out her back. Numerous joints popped as they were rearranged before she bent over once again. She met his eyes, his smile reaching them and telling her it was genuine. Rory smirked at his sarcastic remark, looking away from him as she tried to fight off the grin. "You know you like my cooking. Don't even deny it." A punch was indeed thrown, bouncing off the rib she had struck before.
Rory was relieved to hear that he had been faring well and had kept his abilities a secret. How he managed to do that was a mystery, though. She had to expose her own. Fortunately it was not the full extent that was revealed. "Wow, impressive. So you've been on your own, then? No new friends? You need to learn how to branch out, Seb. At least you have me." Rory sighed after speaking. She did feel that her coming here was a good thing. Her worry for her friends welfare nearly tore her apart back at home.
"I've been fine. The ship ride was pretty frightening though. Some people that come here do deserve it." She muttered, thinking of the shady shipmates that had effectively made her skin crawl.
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 15, 2013 16:22:09 GMT -8
"losing my life, living mine for yours" Her response brought Sebastian to the stark realization, that she had finally matured. She was no longer that little girl on the play structure, who needed him to beat up the bullies that knocked over her sand castle. "I know..." he trailed off, gaze diverted to the tiled floor, "I just...don't know what I'd do if anything happened." He glanced to her, trying to gauge her response. But in all honesty, Sebastian felt uncomfortable in these situations. It was easy to get along with someone, but the seriousness of his emotions was something he often kept to himself. Even if he told her secrets, and felt entirely comfortable in her presence; it seemed to be the one flaw in their friendship – a fault of his own.
As the conversation faded, and transitioned to his well-being, he shifted to face her again. Returning quickly to their normal joking behavior, he badgered her food and Rory was quick to remark that he actually liked it. Truth be told, he did, but it wasn't worth the loss of their inside joke to admit it. So he simply stuck out his tongue, procuring a near-audible grunt, "Meh." Timing it after she delivered a well placed punch to his rib, and resulting in more laughter. She seemed relatively satisfied with his answer, joking that he needed to branch out – which was probably true. In response, a long exaggerated sigh fell from his lips, "I suppose you're enough..... but maybe i need new friends." He gave her a wink before leaving the counter, moving towards the fridge in attempts to find a refreshment.
He shuffled through the fridge, listening to her as she explained her travels. As she finished her dialogue, he finally found it, clasping the plastic handle of a large jug of orange juice. "Thirsty? he asked, before uncapping a pressing the lip to his mouth. After several large gulps, he twisted the orange lid shut and handed it to Rory, using the backside of his arm to wipe what was left on his lips. She had a point. Not everyone here deserved their sentence, but there were some who he considered to be truly menacing. "Those are the ones who ruined it for all of us," he mused, placing the blame of his imprisonment on the criminals amongst them.
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Post by RORY on Apr 15, 2013 17:22:23 GMT -8
His response sounded so unlike him that it caught her off guard. She thought she heard a hint of vulnerability and instinctively placed her hand on his broad shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere! Promise." Rory forced a smile upon her lips, backing her words with it as best she could. She really wouldn't leave him alone if she could help it. He was her security blanket. "Seriously. I'm basically your shadow, Seb. Your talkative, charming little shadow." She stated with a wink, withdrawing her hand to rest her elbows on the bar.
Her smile was smug when he admitted she was right. Oh how she loved when she was right. "Of course I'm enough, I'm more than enough. But yes, the more allies the better." Rory spoke ever quieter as she started thinking strategy. Her main motive was keeping Sebastian alive, of course; she would do anything to keep him around. Self-preservation was second. Her eyes followed his movement as he searched for something in the kitchen. Rory knew he needed something to wash that culinary masterpiece down and she felt like one as well.
The orange juice he had found was met with a look of obvious want in Rory's eyes. Said look faded when he refused to use a cup to drink from. Instead opting for the entire jug which made Rory scrunch up her nose. Another tick he knew to take advantage of thanks to the depth of their friendship. She reluctantly took the jug, opened it, and vigorously wiped the rim with her sleeve. Rory then retrieved a glass and poured some for herself, sipping at it leisurely before sliding the jug back towards him. "Thanks." She offered before taking a healthier swig.
His statement did not make her feel at ease. She would have rather him tell her that she had nothing to worry about, that they would just kick it like back in the old days. Rory should have known better. This was a prison after all. "Promise you won't get into trouble." Rory said quietly as she sloshed the juice around in its glass. If he were to conform to the prison's system, she wouldn't know what she would do.
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 16, 2013 18:23:12 GMT -8
"losing my life, living mine for yours" She tried to reassure him of her presence, explain that she was always behind him, but it only made things worse. He really contemplated the truth of her words, applying them to the nature of their relationship. She might have seen it as such, but the truth was that Sebastian was her shadow. A silent figured always by her side, she was the radiant, amiable girl that everyone loved; while he was nothing more than her guardian, most didn't take the chance to get to know him. Fortunately, she had, but not without a sign of kindness – if he had never approached her, then perhaps their friendship would have never amounted to anything.
The conversation faded as he fled to the fridge, using the chance to subdue his thoughts. Bottling his emotions, as easy as it was, he returned to her with a cheerful smile. It wasn't her burden to bear, and her desirable kindness only charmed him; but when push came to shove, it'd be him laying his life on the line for her. He saw the potential she had, her ambitious go-getter attitude that easily trifed his laziness. Her life was of more value than his, which is why his ability brought destruction, while hers reflected those of an angel. "More than enough," he echoed, though his gaze lay on the floor. The jug she had handed him slipped through his fingers, crashing to the floor with an explosion of juices. Fortunately, it tarnished neither of their clothing, but the mess it had accumulated was disturbing.
Tearing the roll of paper towels from the countertop, he kneeled to the ground, crushing a clump of sheets in his hand. He worked quickly, struggling to clean the mess before another altered noticed. This surely wasn't his juice, and while he planned to reemberse them, he'd wouldn't dare to catch them in a rage. But as her next request came, he paused, a deep silence growing between them. This was a promise he couldn't make. The moment he saw her, the only thing he could think about was her safety, even now it was his top priority. "I promise...to keep you safe," he replied, honestly. By now the mess had been cleared, and after going over it with a wet towel to remove the stickiness, he recycled the jug and washed his hands.
"I think you have it wrong. I will always be your shadow," he said at last, turning away from her. Sebastian said nothing as he moved, walking slowly away from her. He didn't know what else to say, but he surely wanted to lay down. His head was spinning with thoughts, and he was convinced they could find a bed.
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Post by RORY on Apr 16, 2013 19:01:02 GMT -8
The silence that followed her attempt at being reassuring agitated her immensely. She couldn't tell if he was doubting her loyalty or just unsure of what to say himself. Either thought didn't ease her in the slightest. Fortunately his silence didn't become suffocating. He broke it after a few more moments. Rory grinned happily at his agreement with her friendship being "more than enough". Of course it was, Rory was the equivalent to at least three best friends.
She was still gloating when she heard a loud thunk on the tile below. Rory opened her eyes to discover that Sebastian had dropped the jug of orange juice and spilled its contents all over the floor. She sighed as he quickly tried to clean the mess up. Rory was quick to grab the jug and replace what was on the floor with water. She wasn't about to let Seb get in trouble for emptying the damn thing on the floor. As soon as it was full again, she inspected it. The juice was watered down slightly, but the change in coloration was barely noticeable. Rory put the jug back in the fridge. She was tempted to say something about his clumsiness but opted not too when she noticed the obvious conflict on his face.
His response to her request had been altered. The promise was not the one she had asked for. Rory grimaced at this, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter as he finished cleaning the floor. She watched him quietly, her own mind racing. He was really willing to stoop low for her sake? That was the last thing she wanted. "Seb..." She began, her voice trailing off as the words she had prepared left her mind. A sigh escaped her lips; she didn't try to stifle it this time.
When he got up, the atmosphere was still tense. She smirked, her grin full of mischief at his final words and jogged after him when he started to walk the other way. "Sure." He looked how she felt and that was exhausted. "Find us some place to sleep, ok, Seb? I'm so tired I could sleep on the floor probably." She muttered, rubbing her eyes as the extent of her exhaustion came into fruition. Damn, she hadn't felt so tired since she arrived. She assumed it was because she was finally at ease.
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 17, 2013 11:30:36 GMT -8
"losing my life, living mine for yours" The slow stride of his lithe frame was almost an annoyance in and of itself, but nonetheless he led the way. Advancing through the corridors of the underground building with a strong taste of preference, though most rooms were reserved anyways. And he decided it'd be best to find his own, rather than fight an ally for a taken room. At last the hallways opened into a small living room, probably one of many in this large estate, but just as Rory had placed her request he had found it.
"You might have to," he teased, a grin taking hold of his face. The room before him consisted of a simple area, seven meters on each side. A dark chestnut plastered the walls, meeting the light hardwood floors with a touch of eloquent taste. Whoever designed this room was clearly a professional architect, and the occupants' taste in furniture was indisputable. The dark red couch before him was only proof, and as his hand was placed on the back of the construct he called out to rory, "Dibs." And with that it was his, he hopped over it's back and landed on a pile of heaven. The softest furniture he had ever felt, and it felt as though he could sink into a black abyss or possibly a state of comatose.
Sebastian lay on his back for now, hands rested behind his head as he crossed his feet at the other end of the couch. He was fortunate enough to find the only comfortable furniture in the room, and Rory was left with the most...firm places to rest. She was limited to either of the wooden rocking chairs, or the floor itself; a small bear-skin rug covered a small area in front of the fire pit. It was a bit disturbing however, the way its mouth opened and its eyes glistened beside the fire, almost appearing as though it were alive. But his gaze shifted to the mantlepiece, and the copious amounts of clocks that lined it's surface. Whoever enjoyed this room was likely a clockmaker, or at least had some strange obsession with them.
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